The blood of their enemies coats the leather of their cuts and a trail of bodies lie in their wake, but the Forsaken Motorcycle Club isn't done yet. Carlo Mancuso still needs to pay for his sins. Nobody knows that more than Ian Buckley, the Treasurer for Forsaken.
Ian prefers his pleasure mixed with pain and he's only ever at peace when he's doling out justice. Convinced that he's too unstable and sadistic to take an old lady, he keeps his trysts, like all of his relationships, brief and anonymous. But with his club at war, and the stakes being so personal, Ian's feeling the events around him more deeply than he expects.
Mindy Mercer is the sweet daughter of Fort Braggâs most respectable cop. At least thatâs how the town sees her. Very few people know the Mindy who hides her tracks and battles her cravings by lying to everyone around her. She thinks she has control of her addiction until she suffers an attack that leaves her searching for a way out of her own personal hell.
Mindy has never been more desperately in need of a savior and Ian has never seen a more beautifully destroyed creature in his life. Their attraction is intense, but their damage is extreme. Some scars never heal, and some people never get better.
Love is never more painful than when it can kill you.âI didnât even say anything.â
âDidnât have to.â He stops at the deck, just feet from the front door. I have to back up a step to keep from literally stepping on his toes. âYou get away with a lot with me because of shit you donât even understand. Iâll tolerate whatever crap you want to throw my way as long as you remember your place with the club and with my brother.â
âI donât understand.â I feel like Iâve been dropped into the conversation halfway through because Iâm pretty much lost now.
âHe likes you,â is his blunt explanation. When my eyebrows pull together in confusion he shakes his head and purses his lips like heâs thinking about what he wants to say. âMore than likes you. Donât take it for granted and donât fuck it up. He chose you and I respect that, but make no mistake about it, babe. You do him dirty and youâll answer to me.â I narrow my eyes and he leans in closer. His rank breath washes over my face.
âI wonât hesitate to slit your fucking throat if you fuck my brother over.â
I tilt my chin up, closer to his ear and lean in so weâre chest to chest. Heâs taller than me by several inches, but I donât care. Heâs going to hear what I have to say and thatâs all that matters.
âThreatening somebody with death only works if theyâre afraid of dying.â I say the words slowly and with purpose, meaning every single one. If he wanted to scare me, he should have threatened to take away something that matters to meâlike Ian.
JC writes adult, new adult, and young adult fiction. She dabbles in many different genres including science fiction, horror, chick lit, and murder mysteries, yet she is most enthralled by supernatural stories-- and everything has at least a splash of romance.